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ANACREONTICS 


BY 


CARL    BENSON 


"  Hans  Breitmann  preached  a  sermon  and  quoted  vot  Lutner  said, 
Wer  liebt  nicht  IVein,  Weib  und  Gesang,  is  a  shtupid  wooden-head. 
Der  bleibt  ein  Narr  sein  Lebenlang  and  goes  to  de  Tuyfel  ven  dead." 

Hans  Breitmanrts  Sermon. 


NEW    YORK 

PRIVATELY    PRINTED 
1872 


IOAN  STACK 


SO    MUCH  OF  THIS  BOOK 

AS  HAS   NOT  BEEN   ALREADY   APPROPRIATED 

TO  OTHER  GOOD  MEN  AND  TRUE, 

IS    HEREBY    DEDICATED 

TO    MY   JOLLY    FRIEND 

HANS  BREITMANN. 


2BH 


CONTENTS. 


THE  DRINKER'S  APOLOGY 

FORESTIER 

9. 

THE  PERTINACIOUS  TOPER       .        .  6 

THAT  PUNCH 

18 

To  J.  T.  J. 

J  29 

LAGER 

•  34 

GERACE  Rosso 

•  39 

CEDENBURG 

•  43 

WINE  AND  WISDOM  . 

*        •        •  52 

HOCHHEIMER    .        . 

PUNCH  SONG 

.      59 

RAUZAN  MARGAUX   . 

01 

STEIN  WEIN 

66 

THE  SONS  OF  THE  SORROWFUL,  OR  THE  LIQUOR 

QUESTION 

.      69 

AD  FONTIUM  NYMPHAS 

/  o 

ANN^E  CONCUBITUS. 

•        *  .  74 


THE     DRINKER'S     APOLOGY. 

(FROM    THE    FRENCH.) 

/^OME   now!     If   I   drink,   where's  the  crime? 

Can  you  tell  ? 

Look  round  us !     All  Nature  is  drinking  as  well. 
The  Earth  drinks  the  dew,  and  the  Sun,  floating 

free, 
Stoops  to  drink  of  the  wave  from  the  cup  of  the 

sea. 

The  tree,  as  he  plunges  his  roots  in  the  ground, 
Through    numberless   mouths   drinks   the   torrent 

profound. 
All  drink — but  man  only,  that  Scion  divine^ 

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ANACREONTICS. 

While  the  others  drink  water,  knows  how  to  drink 

wine  ; 

And,  measureless  tippler,  can  boast,  he  alone, 
Having    once    drunk    enough,    that   he    still   can 

drink  on. 

8 


FORESTIER. 

4     SPECIMEN    OF    THE    PUFF    POETICAL. 
(1851.) 

T    HAVE  a  friend,  one   P.  C.  K , 

Who  selleth  the  best  of  all  Champagne. 
Champagne  wine  is  good,  I  wot, 
Whether  the  weather  be  cold  or  hot; 
When  Boreas  blows, 
And  you're  almost  froze, 
From  the  tip  of  your  nose 
To  the  tips  of  your  toes, 
Then  how  your  heart  glows 
As  the  beverage  flows 
That  makes  you  see  everything  COULEUR  DE  ROSE 


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ANACREONTICS. 

Or  in  the  dog-days, 

When  the  sun's  fierce  rays 

Set  all  in  a  blaze, 

And  your  blood  seems  to  boil, 

And  your  butter  turns  oil, 

And  the  freshest  of  chops  and  steaks  will  spoil, 

And  your  face  grows  brown, 

And  your  collars  drop  down, 

And  there  isn't  a  soul  that  you  know  left  in  town, 

Save  in  Wall  street,  where  Brokers,  by  way  of 
preparing 

For  the  still  hotter  temperature  whither  they're  faring, 

Keep  shaving  and  cornering,  bulling  and  bear 
ing* 

(If   the  Editor  shrinks 

From  this  stanza,  and  thinks 

Sucn  an  insinuation  might    possibly  stop    all  his 


10 


ANACREONTICS. 

Circulation  in  this  our  commercial   metropolis. 

Why  then  he  may  just 

Leave  it  out  and  be  —  blessed, 

Or  fill  up  with  asterisks  as  he  likes  best) 

And  your  poor  tired  muse 

Beseechingly  wooes 

The  balmiest  breezes  of  eve  to  come  at  her  — 

In  short,  under  every  stage  of  thermometer 

All  times  and  all  seasons  are  good  for  Champagne, 

Especially  that  of  P.  C.  K. 

Some  years  ago  there  was  going  on 

A  great  deal  of  talk  about  Dit  Brimont 

And  after  that  again  years  a  few 

There  was  still  more  talk  about  Cordon  Bleu 

And  'tis  now  the  fashion  to  talk  about  Mumm 

(The  very  name  says,  in  its  praises  be  dumb) 


ANACREONTICS. 

And  some  about  Pleidseck  will  prate  for  a  week  (it 

Might  hide  very  long  before  I  would  seek  it) 

And  your  grave  Bostonian  so  stately  of  pace, 

W-th  second  hand  English  writ  in  his  face, 

Of  whom  you  may  say  without  any  libel,  he 

Claims  to  be  master  of  omne  scibile 

And  in  every  thing  to  be  men's  guider 

Will  talk  to  you  half  an  hour  about  S chr eider ; 

At  one  time  Bacchanals  all  confest 

That  Brighams  Sillery  was  the  best, 

It  used  to  gladden  me  when  I  spied 

His  grape  leaf  gilt  on  a  bottle's  side 

But  pallida  mors  who  lets  none  escape 

Without  leave  stalked  away  with  our  grape; 

And  a  very  good  fellow  well  known  to  me 

Hangs  out  a  wine  that  they  call  N.  B. 

If  any  one's  cross  or  troubled  with  spleen,  he 


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ANACREONTICS. 

Will  find  it  a  capital  Nota  dene 

But     I'm     sure     there    never    was     any     Cham 

pagne 
Like  the  Forestier  brand  of  P.   C.  K. 

And  I  remember  it  happened  to  me 
When   I  was  a  Cantab  at  Trinity  ; 
A  friend  who  lived  in  the  land  of  the  Gaul 
Sent  me  some  wine  that  was  rather  tall. 
The  name  I  was  stupid  enough  to  forget, 
But  the  smack  of  the  juice  I  remember  yet. 
Twas  a  creamy  wine  of  roseate  hue 
Like  rubies  dissolved  in  ambrosial  dew, 
And  we  brought  in  good  fellows  not  a  few 
To  carry  a  rich  Symposium  through. 
Oh  'twas  a  goodly  sight  to  see 
The  mirth  of  that  revelling  company  ! 


ANACREONTICS. 

The  Celts  that  meet  about  the  Park   so   notedly 

irascible 
So    prominent    in  everything    that's    make-a-man- 

jack-ass-able, 
Could    not   have    made   more   noise  than  we  and 

scarce  have  been  more  riotous ; 
We    got   a   going   such    a   pace    no    mortal   man 

could  quiet  us  ; 
For    one    rose   up    and    speechified    and    one    sat 

down  and  sang, 
Ancther  laughed  the  while  he    quaffed   until  the 

old  roof  rang, 
And    one    \vas    quoting    Addison,    and    one    was 

quoting  Rabelais, 
And    one    declaring    Locksley    Hall    was    by    no 

means  a  shabby  lay 
14 


ANACREONTICS. 

And  one  far  gone,  with  something  twixt  a  hic 
cup  and  a  cough  in  his 

Throat,  lay  along  ejaculating  scraps  of  Aristoph 
anes. 

Now  this  was  remarkably  tall  Champagne, 

But  nothing  to  that  of  P.   C.  K.— 

And  if  you  would  know 

Where  you  must  go 

To  get  the  wine 

That  is  so  divine, 

Whenever  you  feel  like  a  fit  of  the  blues 

Take  up  your  hat  and  put  your  shoes 

(Or  boots,  as  the  case  may  be)  on  your  feet, 

And  go  down  to  80  Beaver  Street, 

In  there  is  the  office  of  P.  C.  K , 

And  there  you  will  find  the  best  Champagne. 

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THE  PERTINACIOUS  TOPER. 

FROM  THE  GERMAN. 

TN  coolest  cellar  here  I  rest, 
Near  a  full  cask  of  liquor, 
Right  glad  at  heart,  since  of  the  best 
I  for  myself  can  pick  here. 
The  butler  puts  the  spigot  in, 
Obedient  to  my  winking, 
Gives  me  the  cup;  I  hold  it  up, 
I'm  drinking,  drinking,  drinking! 

A  demon  plagues  me,  thirst  to  wit, 
And  so,  to  scare  the  fellow, 

I  take  my  glass  and  into  it 

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ANACREONTICS. 

Let  flow  the  Rhine-wine  mellow. 

The  whole  earth  smiles  upon  me  then, 

With  ruddy,  rosy  blinking ; 

I   couldn't  hurt  the  worst  of  men, 

While  drinking,  drinking,  drinking ! 

But  ah  !  my  thirst  grows  fiercer  still 

With  every  flask  I  ope  here, 

Which  is  th'  inevitable  ill 

Of  every  genuine  toper. 

Yet  this  my  comfort,  when  at  last 

From  chair  to  floor  I'm  sinking, 

I  always  kept  my  purpose  fast 

Of  drinking,  drinking,  drinking ! 

17 


THA  T    PUNCH/// 

(February   n,   1865.) 

r  I  ^HEY  who  aspire  to    carry  higher  the    stand 
ard  art-ideal, 

If  circumspect,  will    not  neglect  some  phases  of 
the  real; 

And  if  you  ask  the   bard    to  show  by  an   exam 
ple  terse  it,  he 

Appeals  to  what  he  used  to  know  of  Cambridge 
University ; 

Where,   of   the   dainty    feasters  all,    and    supper- 
giving  fellows, 

18 


ANACREONTICS. 

There  were    none    more    aesthetical   than   Hallam 

or  than  Ellis,* 
Tis    thus,    the    logical    may  think   to    obviate   all 

strictures, 
Our  Johnston  brews  the  best  of  drink,  and  buys 

the  best  of  pictures. 

When  Noah  safely  reached  dry  ground,  he  couldn't 
bear  a  minute 

To  drink  the  flood  that  sinners  drowned,  with 
all  the  sinners  in  it ; 

So,  making  for  his  weary  crew  a  curious  trans 
formation, 


*  Two  good  men  and  true,  who  have  "  gone  to  the  majori 
ty  "  (abierunt  ad  p  lures].  Henry  Fitzmaurice  Hallam  was  the 
second  son  of  the  historian  ;  Robert  Leslie  Ellis,  senior  wrang 
ler  of  his  year,  and  one  of  the  editors  of  Bacon.  They  were 
both  worthy  disciples  of  Brillat-Savarin,  and  Ellis  had,  more 
over,  a  most  un-English  dexterity  in  dress. 


ANACREONTICS. 

A  current*  from  the  grape  he  drew,  a  marvellous 
libation  ; 

And  tippling  up  his  new-found  wine  grew  more 
and  more  ecstatical, 

Until  it  forced  him  to  recline  in  posture  prob 
lematical. 

Thus  No  As  drink  became  no  ease,  and  brought 
him  to  disaster, 

While  Johnston's  liquor  only  frees  our  tongues 
to  talk  the  faster. 

When  Noah  grew  too  old  and  staid  to  follow 
out  his  mission, 


*  All  the  punlings  are  italicized,  to  prevent  mistakes. 
Swinton  of  the  Times,  who  is  not  easily  permeable  by  the  com 
mon  domestic  joke,  once  advised  me  to  put  my  jests  into  Ro 
man  capitals,  not  considering  .them  capital,  but  possibly  inti 
mating  that  they  were  rum-uns. 


20 


ANACREONTICS. 

Young  Bacchus  started  in  the  trade,  and  set  up 

opposition  ; 
He    gave    his    foes    no  end  of   fits,  and  gave  his 

friends   their  wishes, 
Made  women  tear  their  king  to  bits,  and  turned 

men  into  fishes ; 
Raised  Ariadne  to  the  skies,  and  Verted*  all  the 

East, 
But  Johnston's  doings  more  surprise  the  sharers 

of  his  feast. 
He    turned    us    all    to    demi-gods    with    such    a 

punch  as  this, 
And    took    us    up,    with    a    loving    cup,     to    the 

seventh  heaven  of  bliss. 

*  When  an  individual  "  renounces  the  errors  "  of  one 
church  and  "  adopts  those  "  of  another,  it  is  now  polite  Eng 
lish  to  call  him  a  'vert  (without  con  or  pro),  so  as  not  to  offend 
either  the  sect  he  is  Verted  from,  or  the  sect  he  is  'verted  to. 
Qucere,  whether  vert,  in  this  sense,  has  any  connection  with  the 
French  word  for  green.  "  Apology  "  Newman  thinks  it  hasn't. 


21 


ANACREONTICS. 

Dame  Helen,  when  her  husband  brave  hung  out 

to  young  Telemachus,* 
Nepenthe  to  the  party  gave,  (by  no  means  unto 

them  a  cus.) 
A  word  which  Wilkest    mistook    one   week,    and 

thought  it  was  the  same  as  is 
A    different   word    in    Heathen    Greek,    no    more 

nor  less  than  Nemesis. 
It  conquered  wrath  and  grief  so  quick,  that,  after 

tasting  it, 

An    alderman  you    couldn't   kick   or   cry  at   Har 
per's  wit, 
No  better  brew  was  e'er  displayed  at  any  classic 

lunches, 

*  See  Odyssey,  book  iv.,  219-30. 

f  Not  '45  John  but  2'  40-'  George.  A  man  of  great  cour 
age,  who  sometimes  makes  desperate  raids  into  foreign  tongues 
with  such  success  as  that  recorded  above. 


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ANACREONTICS. 

But  the  punch  that  J.  T.  Johnston  made  was 
the  punch  of  all  the  punches. 

The  great  Panurge  went  under  ground,*  so  says 
his  curious  story, 

And  there  a  wondrous  sign  he  found,  St.  Bottle 
in  his  glory, 

It  stirred  his  mighty  wits  to  song,  a  song  which 
I'm  afraid  is 

A  bit  too  broad,  though  none  too  long,  to  sing 
before  the  ladies. 

There  was  a  better  oracle  for  Johnston's  con 
gregation, 

For  it  required  no  priest  to  tell  a  word  of  ex 
planation  ;t 

*  See  Rabelais,  book  v.,  ch.  44-5. 

f  As  the  priest  Bacbuc  was  required  to  explain  the  oracle 
of  the  Holy  Bottle.  By  the  way,  St.  Bottles  has  a  church  to 
this  day  in  Cambridge  (E nglnnd).  The  name  is  sometimes 
erroneously  written  Botulph's. 

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ANACREONTICS. 


Champagne    and    hock,    and    oranges,    Bohemian 

crystal  crowning, 
Are  very  explicit,    I    guess,    and    not    at   all   like 


Browning. 


See,  see,  around  that  brimming  bowl's  concomit 
ant  utensils 

How  gather  all  the  goodly  souls  immortal  in 
their  pencils  ! 

E.  L.  is  holding  forth  to  Hays,  and  serious  as  a 
quaker,  he 

Is  throwing  light,  sir,  on  the  days  of  ornamental 
drapery. 

There's  Eastman  J.  and  Haseltine,  a  looking  at 
a  Venus,* 


*  Now  I  think  on't,  'twas  a  Diana.  But  as  she  was  in  the 
usual  costume  of  a  Venus,  it  comes  to  the  same  thing,  so'  I  let 
the  couplet  stand. 

24 


ANACREONTICS. 

And  Beard,  the  glass  his  lips  between,  has  vis 
ions  of  Silenus. 

While  Benson*  for  an  essay  smart  is  seeking  in 
spiration, 

Stone  mingles  science  with  his  art,  and  takes 
an  observation. t 

There's    Bierstadt,    recreant    to    his    name,    does 

what  he  "  hadn't  oughter," 
Though  canvas  gives  him  all  his  fame,  he  really 

paints  on  water. 
He    passes    by    the    ruby   brink,  the    aggravating 

creature, 

c  The  real  Benson,  not  the  pseudo  ;  Eugene  not  Carl.  He 
is  well  known  as  an  art  critic,  also  as  the  depictor  of  a  young 
lady  in  various  costumes  and  attitudes.  Wherefore  it  was 
said  by  an  irreverent  person  that  Benson  would  be  the  fittest 
man  to  paint  the  recent  peace  conference,  because  he  was  ac 
customed  to  represent  d — m  sels. 

t  "  With  a  glass  operated  on  by  means  of  a  bottle."  See 
Orpheus  C.  Kerr. 

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ANACREONTICS. 

And    C.   B.  couldn't    make    him    drink,    no    more 

than  Stone  could  Beecher.* 
Brevoort   has    left   his   cloudy   skies,  Suydam   his 

streams  and  shores, 
And  little  Lang  one  dimly  spies,  as  through  the 

crowd  he  bores. 
Says  Gray  to  Hicks,  "  I'm  fain  to  think  there  is 

a  slight  omission, 
We    ought    to    have,    with    such    a    drink,    some 

glowing  blondes  of  Titian." 

There's    Rossiter,    whose    brilliant    hues    in    old 
time  would  allure  all  eyes, 

18  The  story  goes  that  Stone,  being  at  the  Atnenseum  one 
night,  approached  the  punch  bowl  as  his  wont  is,  and  distribu 
ted  of  the  same  to  the  passers-by.  Now,  of  these  passers 
chanced  to  be  Henry  Ward  Beecher,  and  it  was  Beecher's  boast 
that  no  one  ever  dared  to  offer  him  a  glass  of  liquor.  There 
fore,  on  being  thus  accosted  by  Stone,  he  felt  that  he  had  lost 
his  aquarian  virginity,  and  rushed  frantically  from  the  premises, 
and  mirabile  dictu,  was  not  seen  or  heard  of  in  public  for  the 
next  twelve  hours. 

26 


AN  ACRE  ON  TICS. 

Now  seems   to    stand    in    other   shoes,  he's  been 

so  long  to  ruralize. 
He    boasts    the    charm    the    country    yields,    and 

tells  us  what  the  hens  ate, 
While  Cranch  the  ladle  deftly  wields,  and  fills  a 

glass  for  Kensett. 

If  ars,  celare  artem  be,  their  worth   is   undenied, 
For    this    artistic    draught    you    see    how   rapidly 

they  hide. 
But   one    has    left   us    in    the   lurch — and   should 

we  deem  this  hap  ill  ? 
No  !  Johnston  wouldn't  have  a  Church ;  he  couldn't 

use  a  chap  ill. 

So  one  glass  round  before  we  start  to  toast  the 

new  Maecenas, 
Who  illustrates  the  spread  of  art,  in   every  style 

and  genus. 

27 


ANACREONTICS. 

Let's  all,  whate'er  our  creed  or  cause,  both  Or 
thodox  and  Arians, 

Join  in  this  damnatory  clause,  Jeff  Davis  take 
aquarians  ! 

For  Greeley  shall  stop  talking  trash,  and  Bennett 
shall  stop  lying; 

And  Seward  shall  do  something  rash,  and  Hop- 
pin  set  us  crying, 

And  Sala  grow  respectable  and cease 

to  bore  us, 

And  Bayard  Taylor  cease  to  tell  his  elephantine 
stories,* 

Before  a  man  of  us  forgets  this  day  and  all  its 
glories. 


*  Elephantine — of,  or  relating  to  the  elephant,  also  enormous, 
prodigious,  colossal.     It  is  here  used  in  both  senses. 

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ANACREONTICS. 

I  am  lying,  Johnston,  lying — so  I  cannot  walk 
to  thee, 

To  the  glorious  punchifying,  where  the  merry 
fellows  be  ; 

Where  the  painters  all  are  tippling  the  most 
picturesque  of  punches  ; 

In  its  gentle  eddy  rippling  through  the  jolliest 
of  lunches ; 

Where  those  tales  of  Bayard  Taylor's  with  Herod 
otus  compete, 

And  Cranch  will  sing  the  Sailors  who  their 
comrade  tried  to  eat. 

How   I    wonder  what  you  fellows  think  or  speak 

of  me  to-day  ! 
Will    it    worry    Dr.    Bellows    if    Carl    Benson    is 

away, 

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ANACREONTICS. 

Will  it  make  Dick  Hunt  less  jolly,  render  Bier- 
stadt's  speech  more  slow, 

Will  our  Jack  look  melancholy  'cause  his  cousin 
cannot  show  ?' 

Will  Leutze  say  "  poor  fellow !"  how  I  wish  we 
had  him  here  ?" 

Or  the  eye  of  Beard  grow  mellow  with  a  sym 
pathetic  tear  ? 

Eugene  Benson's  up  the  country,    to  enjoy  what 

he  calls  Spring, 
Though  I  think  it  great  effront'ry  here  to  speak 

of  such  a  thing, 
We    have    got    no    Spring  (poor    devils)    in    this 

wretched  Western  clime, 
When,  the  Summer's  hottest  revels    follow   close 

on  Winter's  rime  ; 


ANACREONTICS. 

If  we    had    a    Spring    like  Europe,  I  should  not 

be  on  my  back, 
With  exceedingly  obscure  hope   of  soon    getting 

up,  alack ! 

Ancient  Greeks  and  Romans  used  at   their    ban 
quets  to  recline  ; 

And  the  fashion  then  amused;   but  their  taste  is 
nowise  mine ; 

And    I've   heard    that    Fanny    Kemble    lay    upon 
her  back  at  sea, 

And     made    all    the    stewards    tremble    by    her 
orders  for  her  tea  ; 

But    this    feeding    on    your    back — 'tis   for    me    a 
stupid  way, 

Rather    than    make    it    a    practice,    I'd    read    Tit- 
comb  every  day. 

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ANACREONTICS. 

Oh,    ye    happy    men    with    two    legs,    when    the 

luscious  bowl  ye  share, 
Since  I  cannot  get  me  new  legs,  think   I    am  in 

spirit  there ! 
And  if  any  High  art  lover,  to  his  Mistress  crown 

the  brim, 
Let   my    aspirations    hover    round    and    hallow    it 

for  him. 
[I    caught    this    last    idea    from    a    party    named 

Tom  Moore, 
Who  is  sometimes  rather  freer  than  the  parsons 

can  endure.] 

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LAGER. 

(1866.) 

VX7E  started  for  the  Mountain, 

Fanny  and  Jack  and  I  ; 
The  rising  day  was  fresh  and  gay; 

The  horses  seemed  to  fly. 
I  felt  myself  alive  again, 
And  put  my  hand  on  Charley's  mane, 

A  little  ditch  to  try. 

As  we  went  up  the  Mountain, 

Fanny  and  Jack  and  I, 
We  had  to  go  extremely  slow 

To  get  so  very  high, 
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ANACREONTICS. 

Which  seemed  a  sort  of  paradox, 
As  we  pushed  scrambling  through  the  rocks, 
Until  the  top  was  nigh. 

When  we  were  on  the  Mountain, 
Fanny  and  Jack  and  I, 

And  such  a  view  as  there  are  few 
Beneath  our  feet  did  lie, 

With  hill  and  dale  on  either  hand, 

We  thought  it  very,  very  grand- 
Said  some  one  "but  its  dry." 

We  looked  at  one  another, 

Fanny  and  Jack  and  I, 
As  if  to  ask  "  who  has  a  flask  ?" 

But  there  was  no  reply. 

Quoth  Jack,  "  If  this  were  Deutschland  here 

35 


ANACREONTICS. 

There  would  be  certainty  of  beer, 
But  now  I   none  can   spy. 

As  we  went  down  the  Mountain, 

Fanny  and  Jack  and  I, 

We   laughed   and   skipped   and    slid    and  slipped 
While  half  the  morn  went  by ; 
And  all  our  faces  glowed  like  fire, 
For  still  the  sun  was  mounting  higher 

Along  the  clear,  blue  sky. 

When  \ve  were  down  the  Mountain, 

Fanny  and  Jack  and  I, 
The  sun  shone  out,  no  clouds  about ; 

O  Bacchus  !  Weren't  we  dry ! 
We  gallopped  swiftly  to  our  door 

And  brought  some  bottles  to  the  fore, 

36 


ANA  CREONTIC S. 

(Or  to  the  three,  for  want  of  more) 
And  made  the   Lager  fly. 

And  as  we  drank  that  Lager, 

Fanny  and  Jack  and  I, 
It  quenched  the  fire  and  cured  the  tire, 

And  made  us  wondrous  spry. 
We  uttered  many  a  fearful  pun, 
The  woods  resounded  with  our  fun, 

And  Echo  laughed  reply. 

MORAL. 
Wer  liebt  niclit   Weib  iind  Lager, 

Whenever  the  chance  comes  by, 
He  is  a  great  goose  and  not  of  much  use, 

And  just  as  well  ma/  die, 
And  when  you  go  on  a  Summer  ride, 

37 


ANA  CREONTICS. 

Not  knowing  what  may  else  betide, 

Lay  in  a  good  supply. 

38 


GERACE  ROSSO. 

(November,   13,  1869.) 

HPHREE  little  bottles  came  by  express  ; 

Two  were  stolen,*  so  there  were  two  less. 

We  drank  the  last  one  of  of  the  three 

In  a  merry,  merry  company. 

Two  for  the  pencil  and  one  for  the  pen, 
One  for  the  nightingale's  throat,  and  then 
One  who  pours  (as  Jenkins  says) 
Her  soul  on  the  keys  whene'er  she    plays, 
What  shall  we  say  of  the  last  ?  That  she 
Is  just  as  good  as  she  can  be. 

*  Namely,  by  the  expressmen,  a  catastrophe   not  uncom 
mon  in  our  corporation-ridden  country. 

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ANACREONTICS. 

Our  Western  bard  so  learned  and  neat, 

And  mellow  and  sweet, 
And  brimming  over  with  quaint  conceit, 
Who  has  sung  us  lays  of  every  land, 
On    every    theme    from    the    light   to    the    grand, 
Wishing  well  to  me  and   mine, 
Sends  me  this  Sicilian  wine. 

Nine-and-twenty  years  ago, 
HENRY  WADSWORTH  LONGFELLOW,* 
Passing  delicate  stems  about, 
Poured  this  wine  for  HAWTHORNE  out. 
Carl  Benson,  (How  we  apples  swim !) 
To  finish  the  flask  assisted  him. 

*  It  is  to  be  hoped  that  the  reader  will  appreciate  the  sim 
pie  beauty  of  this  couplet.  The  author  considers  it  nearly  up 
to  Tupper  and  a  long  way  ahead  of  Dr.  Holland. 

40 


ANA  C RE  ON  TIC S. 

Nine-and-twenty  years  have  passed, 
Joy  and  sorrow,  sun  and  rain ; 

Now  this  prince  of  good-and-Long-fellows 
Sends  me  some  of  his  wine  again. 

Oedenburger  is  very  good  hock, 

And  goes  with  oysters  very  well ; 
Let  no  man  at  dry  Sillery  mock, 

Or  say  that  Ofner  is  a  sell. 
(One  for  the  soup  and  one  for  the  fish  ; 
Every  bottle  to  its  dish.) 
These  we  have,  and  ask  no  more, 
When  the  guests  are  six,  than  bottles  four 
So,  as  the  crowning  cup  of  the  feast, 
Gerace  Rosso  comes,  last,  not  least. 
He  shall  have  the  latest  word; 

He  shall  wait  on  our  country's  bird, 

41 


ANA  CREONTIC  S. 

Our  country's  bird,  our  glory  and  pride, 
Renowned  and  honored  far  and  wide. 
(I  don't  mean  the  eagle,  so  often  stuck 
Into  useless  verse,  but  the  canvas-back  duck.) 

He  speaks  to  the  rest  of  joy  and   gladness  ; 
He  speaks  to  me  of  beauty  and  madness,* 
Checquered  thoughts  he  brings  to  me, 

That  fervent  wine  of  Sicily. 

• 

"When  the  wine  is  in  the  wit  is  out." 
The  ancient  saying  is  true  no   doubt. 
(Not  in  the  sense  that  those  would  read, 
Perverted  by  aquarian  creed;) 
For  if  a  man  has  any  wit, 

*  Countess  Gerace  was  a  beautiful  woman.     Her  cousin,  the 
Duke  of  Terranova,  took  to  politics  late  in  life  and  went  mad. 

42 


ANACREONTICS-. 

Good  liquor  takes  good  hold  of  it, 

And  brings  it  out  in  proper  place, 

The  festive  board  to  grace. 

This  hath  been  said  in  various  shapes  ; 

Better  by  none  than  shrewd  DeMapes — 

Poculis  accenditur  animi  lucerna 

Cor  imbutum  Hectare  volat  ad  s^lpema. 

"  The   lantern    of  the   intellect    is    lighted  by  the 

cup, 
The  spirit  soaked  in  nectar  to  Olympus  mountetli 

up." 

But  what  that  day 
We  were  moved  to   say, 

I  cannot,  cannot  tell, 
Not  I — although 
We  were  far  from  slow, 

And  talked  uncommonly  well ; 
43 


ANACREONTICS. 

For  repartee,  and  pun,  and  laughter 
Were  carried  away  by  what  came  after; 
And  all  the  evening  dissolved  for  me 
In  a  stream  of  molten  melody, 

That   floats 

In  notes, 

Out-rolled 

Like  liquid  gold. 

That  gushing  strain,  so  sweet  and  clear, 
Moves  a  heart  of  stone  to  hear, 
"  Riqui,  Riqui,  Riqui,  Riqui." 
When  the  mocking  bird  can  speak,  he 

Talks  just  so, 

I  know. 

44 


(EDENBURG. 

(May  19,  1870.) 

These  verses  were  partly  suggested  by  some  twaddle  of  Dr.  Holland' 
in   "  SCRIBNER." 

I. 


~^HIS,  with  name  recalling  Eden, 
Doth  its  kindred  wines  exceed  in 

Delicate  bouquet. 
Lucky  artist  pair  who  found  it, 
And  as  king  of  tipples  crowned  it, 
On  a  happy  day. 

ii. 

Six  months  ago 

We  were  here  just  so; 

45 


ANA  CREONTIC  S. 

Three  merry,  merry  men  are  we, 
One  on  the  canvass  and  one  on  the  turf, 
And  Jack  hard  up  a  tree  ; 
But  very,  very  little  seeks  he 
If  the  purse  be  on  the  wane, 
So  the  girls  are  here  again, 
And  the  good  wine  sparkling  free. 

in. 

Hence,  avaunt !  'tis  holy   ground, 
Let  no  Greeley  lurk  around, 
Or  Frothingham  or  Beecher, 
Or  any  other  such  creature 
As  an  "  affinity  "  preacher, 
Or  Cady  coarse  with  double  tongue, 
Harping  upon  woman's   wrong. 

Woman's  right  is  here  to-night, 
46 


ANA  CREONTICS. 

And  the  right  women   too  ; 
Women  by  travel  and  study  enlightened, 

Who  know  what's  what  and  who's  who ; 
Women  who  are  not  too  easily  frightened, 

Whatever  you  say  or  do  ; 
With    whom    you     may    joke     and     tipple     and 

smoke  ; 
They  are  up  to  it  all,  as  well  as  you. 

IV. 

But  one  of  our  six 

Jovial  bricks, 

(Brick,  you  know,  is  an  epicene   noun) 

Warbles  no  more  to  a  listening  town. 

Far,  far  over  the  sea, 

In  a  gush  of  melody, 

Our  sweet  singing  bird  has  flown. 

47 


ANA  CRE  O NTICS. 

So  we  must  lean  on  a  reed, 
(A  pretty  stout  one  indeed,) 
To  make  up  for  her  that's  gone. 

v. 

'A.VTUQ    fltti    71O61O2 

Kal  ISrjTVog  tg  'egov  erro 
When  the  guests  had  eaten  their  fill, 
And  drunk  as  much  as  they  meant  to, 
To  ftax%ucov  ScdQmua 
They  lit,  in  social  expansion, 
KciTiviGGav  XCCTCC  xKioioc$ 
And  raised  a  smoke  in  the  mansion, 

VI. 

Then    you    should    have    seen    her,    the    pride    of 
our  girls, 


ANACREONTICS. 

The  way  she  cast  back  the    long    sweep    of   her 

curls ! 

Th'  above  panegyric  is  borrowed   from  Whittier. 
Perhaps,    when   you   read,   you   are   ready  to  pity 

her, 

For  being  so  far  behind  or   outside 
The  fashion,  since  rarely  a  maid  is  descried 
Who  will  let  her  hair  loose  in  long  curls  now-a- 

days. 

If  she  wanders  in  fashion's  mysterious  ways, 
She  bunches  it  up  in  some  curious  maze. 
So  I   hasten  to   tell   you   at  once   (without   joke) 
The    curls     that     I     speak    01'  were    ringlets    of 

smoke, 


49 


ANACREONTICS. 

» 

VII. 

Look  at  her!    Hear  her!    Worship  her  there! 
As  she  sits  at  her  ease  in  a  soft  arm-chair, 
Between  the  puffs  of  her  light  cigarette 
Tossing  out  melody,  jet  after  jet, 

And  the  hearers  are  all  agreed 
No    tones    that    are    touched    from    a    harp    with 

man's  fingers, 
(Vide  Swinburne)    can  vie    with    the    music    that 

lingers, 

When  blown  through  girl's  mouth  by  a  reed, 
And  all  of  us  swore  as  we  heard 
That  her  singing  was  truly  divine, 
And  that  all  the  more  our  hearts  she  stirred 
Because  of  that  wonderful  wine. 


ANACREONTICS, 
MORAL. 

Who  loves  not  woman,  wine  and  song, 
Reads  Greeley  and  Holland   his  whole  life  long. 

51 


ANA  CREO  N  TIC  S. 


WINE  AND   WISDOM. 

(FROM   THE  PERSIAN.} 

r  I  ^HE  wise  man  drinketh  well,   I  wis, 
In  late  or  early  walking, 
The  old  wine  in  his  cellar  is, 

The  new  wit  in  his  talking; 
For  if  you  us  of  one  deprive, 
The  other  hardly  will  survive, 

They  stand  or  fall  together. 

The  deeper  down  we  dip  in  wine, 

The  more  our  spirits  raise  us, 
When  wisdom's  beard  can  drip  in  wine, 

Then  all  the  world  surveys  us : 

52 


ANACREONTICS. 

In  ecstasy  surrounding  us, 
With  threefold  transport  rapturous, 
Of  wine  and  song  and  loving. 

The  wise  man  with  his  cup  you  see 
Above  the  vulgar  standing, 

As  mountains  looming   up  you  see, 
The  vale  below  commanding ; 

The  mountain  shines  in  heaven's  light, 

Our  faces  beam  with  clearer  sisfht, 

o 

Illumined  by  the  goblet. 

What  is  it  Cato  proffers  us 
Instead  of  our  good  living? 

Than  joys  a  revel  offers  us, 
What  better  is  he  giving? 

One  thing  I  know — not  he  forsooth ! 
53 


ANACREONTICS. 

If  Clara  in  her  blooming  youth 
Were  teasing  me  with  kisses. 

Since  life  is  short  and  care  is  long, 
This  aim  the  wise  can  boast  of, 

The  time  that  will  not  spare  us  long, 
We  mean  to  make  the  most  of; 

Then  drop  your  scruples,  youngster  do ! 

Come  up  here  to  our  jolly  crew, 
Like  sunlight  on  the  mountain. 
54 


HOCHHEIMER. 

TS  there  anything  much  sublimer 

Than  a  jolly  good  glass  of  Hochheimer? 
Of  Bordeaux  I    always    shall    speak    in    terms   of 

praise 

(How  nicely  it  and  salmon  go   together !), 
And  it  never  is  in  vain  to  offer  me  Champagne, 

However  hot  or  cold  be  the  weather, 
Though  I  own  I  do  not  care    a    speech  in  Con 
gress  for  Madeira, 

While  Sol  is  at  his  present  intensity; 
Pale  Sherry,   put    in    ice,  for    a    glass    or  two,  is 

nice — 

Though  Robeson  says  it  is  a  proof  of  density 
In  mortal,  young  or  old,  to  drink  his  sherry  cold, 

55 


ANACREONTICS. 

But  I  do  not  submit  to  his  authority; 
And  punches — let  me  see — I  know  one,  two  and 

three,* 

But    dorit    know    which    should    have    the    pri 
ority, 
But    just  now,  of  all    the    tipples    that   inspire    a 

lively  rhymer, 
I  own  a  special    preference    for  '68  Hochheimer. 

Well  the  French  might  want  the  Rhine 7 
Where  they  raise  this  lovely  wine  ! 
Well  the  Germans  might  be  stout 
In  such  a  cause  to  fight  it  out ! 
And  candid  men  have  aye  confessed 
Poets,  whose  wine  is  good,  are  best. 

*  Davis,  Maecenas  and  La  Rcim, 
Try  them  all,  and  try  back  again. 

56 


A  NA  CRE  O N TICS. 

There  is  a  great  way  from  A.  de  Musset 
To  the  gorgeous  bard  of  Weimar; 

The  one  for  his  nip  absinthe  did  sip, 
The  other  drank  Hochheimer. 

Would  you  know  how  to  drink  this  wine  ? 
Tell  your  man  before  you  dine 
(Or  if  you  have  a  Phyllis,  tell  her) 
To  bring  the  bottle  from  the  cellar, 
As  straight  as  he  (or  she)  is  able, 
The  moment  ere  you  go  to  table; 
That's  the  proper  way  to  drink  it; 
Iceing  doesn't  pay  ;  don't  think  it. 

For  a  swell  man  like  you,  a  swell  goblet  will  do 

To  pass  the  rich  draught  to  your  throttle  ; 
For  a  big-bellied  glass  (sure  as   Dow   is    an  ass) 

57 


ANA  CREONTICS. 

Is  the  mate  to  your  long-throated  bottle. 
And  the  curve  of  the  lip  adds  a  zest  to  your  sip 

(Like  the  cream  on  a  strawberry  pottle), 
But  after  your  meat  you  must  eat  nothing  sweet ; 

Then  I  bet  you  don't  stir  from  the  spot  till 
Perforce  you    stop    at    the    last,  last  drop,  like  a 

true  Parnassus  climber, 

And  leave  a  very  empty  flask  that  held  the  brave 
Hochheimer. 

53 


PUNCH    SONG. 

(This  song  is  not   after   Horace, 
But   a   later   poet,    Morris.) 

"ATEAR  the  white-topped  almond  cake, 
Love,  be  jolly  for  my  sake; 
Pass  the  goblets  round  with  care, 
Pledge  me  in  this  beverage  rare. 
Pledge  me,  Love!  for  who  knoweth 
What  thing  after  punch  cometh  ? 

Shall  we  mourn  an  empty  bowl, 
Or  set  sorrow  on  our  soul  ? 
Mellowed  by  this  golden  cup 
59 


ANACREONTICS. 


Wilt  thou  weep  sweet  drinks  drunk  up  ? 
Pledge  me,  Love !  for  who  knoweth 
What  thing  after  punch  cometh  ? 


60 


RAUZAN    MARGAUX. 

TO    GEORGE    W.    CURTIS. 
(Easter   Sunday,    1872.) 

I. 

C\   SAGE  sentiment  and  sober ! 
O  grave  Malatromba  of  ours ! 
Come,  cease  to  look  stiff  as  a  crowbar ! 

Come,  strew  your  life's  pathway  with  flowers! 
But  waste  no  bad  claret  your  cash  on ; 
For  here  is  a  brand  you  don't  know  ; 
Tis  only  just  coming  in  fashion ; 
They  call  it  the  Rauzan  Margaux  ! 


61 


ANACREONTICS. 

II. 
So  drop  all  your  carpers  and  sharpers, 

And  let  Civil  Service  go  hang! 
Leave  "Justice"  to  lie  for  the  Harpers; 

Leave  Forney  the  bolters  to  bang. 
A  truce  to  satirical  pennings 

At  Fenton  and  Greeley  &  Co., 
Leave  Schurz  to  be  buttoned  by  Jennings  ; 

You  tackle  this  Rauzan  Margaux ! 

in. 
Rich  velvet  is  lovely  when  sinking 

Down  a  fair  woman's  back  in  a  mass ; 
But  velvet  is  better  for  drinking, 

When  you  conjure  it  into  a  glass. 
Once  show  it  the  road  to  your  palate, 

It  glides  with  perennial  flow, 

62 


ANACREONTICS. 

And  a  touch  that  is  sure  to  enthral  it — 
This  soft-stepping  Rauzan  Margaux. 

IV. 

And  the  blood  of  the  grape  as  it  lingers 

Through  ruddy  and  readiest  lips, 
Shall  strike,  like  a  song  of  sweet  singers, 

To  the  soul  of  the  sitter  who  sips, 
Till  we  rival  the  topers  of  story, 

Till  we  spurn  all  the  dull  and  the  slow, 
And  our  thoughts    stalk  abroad  in  their  glory, 

Inspired  by  the  Rauzan  Margaux. 

v. 

For  the  soul  of  the  Frenchman  is  in  it ; 

This  wine  is  a  true  child  of  Gaul ; 
It  lifts  up  your  heart  like  a  linnet 

63 


ANA  CREONTICS. 

To  talk  with  the  best  of  them  all. 
They  say  that  the  brook  is  but  shallow — 

The  stream  is  pellucid,  we  know, 
And  rich  recollections  shall  hallow 

The  stream  of  the  Rauzan  Margaux. 

VI. 

With  every  fresh  glass  they  come  clearer, 

The  scintillant  sayings  that  shine, 
The  chaff  that  provokes  not  the  hearer, 

The  wit  that  comes  out  with  the  wine, 
The  repartees'  dexterous  dashes, 

The  sparkles  of  spirit  that  glow, 
(No  truculent  satire  that  lashes,) 

These  rise  from  the  Rauzan  Margaux. 


64 


ANACREONTICS. 

VII. 
But,  alas !  for  our  joys  evanescent, 

Our  perishing  home  of  a  day ! 
Too  soon  flies  the  pleasantest  present, 

The  fairest  of  flow'rets  decay ; 
And  fate,  with  sardonical  banter, 

Makes  jest  at  the  glass  that  is  low— 
We  have  finished  oiir  second  decanter, 
And  drunk  all  the  Rauzan  Margaux. 

65 


STEIN    WE  IN. 

To  Sam   Ward,  OUR    Sam    Ward;   the   only  original.     All  others,  whether 
unth    middle   names   or  rot,    are   impostors. 


should    this  wine,  so    full    and    fine,  be 
called  a  wine  of  stone  ? 

Can  any  sage  explain  me  this  ?     Has  any  mortal 
known  ? 

Is  it  because  the  luscious  draught  a  stony  heart 
would  move, 

And    make    the    miser    generous    and  the  misan 
thrope  love  ? 

Or  is  it  that  it    gives    the    force  and  overpower 
ing  might 


66 


ANA  CREONTICS. 

Which   makes    the  Deutschcr,  like    a    rock,    stand 

through  the  thickest  fight  ? 
Or   call  we    it  a   precious    stone,  a  very  gem    of 

drink, 
A  jewel  bright  in  dusky  case  when  glasses  gaily 

clink  ? 

Come,  work    it    out    by    algebra,    you    all-accom 
plished  man. 

Or  rhyme  it  out  in  goodly  verse,  if  rhyme  it  out 
you  can. 

Or    play    it    in    a    symphony  of   solemn    swelling 
sound, 

Or  in  the  dozen  tongues  you  speak  the  mystery 
expound, 

We    will    not    quarrel    with    the    name,    whatever 
first  it  meant, 

67 


ANA  CREONTIC  S. 

But  only  think,  as  the  wine  we  drink,  'tis  worthy 
him  who  sent. 

Encomium  more  exquisite  could  hardly  be  de 
vised 

Though  one  should  take  a  week  to  tell  how 
much  the  gift  is  prized. 

And  if  my  verse  seem  all  too  bad  your  good 
wine  to  repay, 

I    did    the    same    to    Longfellow.     What  is  there 

more  to  say  ? 

68 


THE    SONS    OF   THE    SORROWFUL,    OR 
THE  LIQUOR  LICENSE. 

A  majority  of  the  cities  and  towns  of  Massachusetts  voted 
yesterday  to  license  the  sale  of  cider  and  beer. — Morning 
papers. 

T   MET  a  gaunt  Aquarian, 

His  nose  was  long  and  blue; 
He  looked  so  bad,  that  watery  cad, 

'Twas  painful  him  to  view ; 
Adown  his  face  there  rolled  apace 

A  salt  and  bitter  tear  ; 
"  Alas  !"  he  cried  (and  sore  he  sighed), 
"  They've  licensed  cider  and  beer  ! 

"  We  thought  we'd  drawn  our  leading-strings 

Around  the  state  so  tight, 
69 


ANACREONTICS. 

Cold  water  on  its  healing  wings 

Would    put  all  foes  to  flight. 
No  drop  of  aught  that's  good  to  drink 

Should  in  the  land  appear, 
But  now — it  makes  my  spirits  sink— 

They've  licensed  cider  and  beer! 

"  The  deed  is  done — I  plainly 

That  we   shall  backwards  go, 
And  follow  men  like  Agassiz, 
And  men  like  Longfellow ; 
And  after  Fiske  our  heads  will  frisk 

'  Till  daylight  doth  appear.' 
Some  fiend  has  brought  our  work  to  naught 
And  licensed  cider  and  beer  ! 

"  The  goodly  time  was  coming  fast 

When  malt  should  be  a  sin ; 
70 


ANACREONTICS. 

When  we  could  shut  Hans  Breitmann  up, 

And  cage  Gambrinus  in  ; 
When  wine  should  be  a  felony, 

And  meet  a  doom  severe; 
They've  stultified  our  hope  and  pride  ; 

They've  licensed  cider  and  beer  ! 

If  children  ill  of  typhoid  lie, 

Let  '  willing  angels '  take  'em  ; 
Twere  better  far  they  all  should  die 

Than  brandy  sound  should  make  'em. 
Let  nursing  mothers  faint  and  droop 

For  want  of  spiritual  cheer — 
But  ah !  I  dream ;  they've  spoiled  our  scheme ; 

They've  licensed  cider  and  beer  ! 

What  will  befall  our  wicked  State, 
That  hath  backslided  thus  ? 


ANA  CREONTICS. 

What  awful  doom  will  cruel  fate 

Inflict  upon  poor  us  ? 
Say,  shall  we  see  great  General   B. 

Our  Governor  next  year  ? 
Or  greater  curse,  if  any's  worse  ? 

They've  licensed  cider  and  beer!" 

His  voice  grew  faint,  he  slunk  away, 

His  nose  seemed  lengthening  out ; 
His  coat-tails  flapped  in  disarray, 

Like  shirt  of  Dicky  Dout ; 
But  on  the  wind  he  cast  behind 

His  plaint  in  accents  drear, 
"Woe  to  the  Hub!   O  Beelzebub! 

They've  licensed  cider  and  beer ! 

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AD    FONTIUM   NYMPH  AS. 

(AFTER  HER  RICK.) 

/^V   LATICE  ex  ilia  si  jam  mihi  virgine  lympha 

Candida  tendatur  candidiore  manu  ! 
Protinus,  hoc  facto,  pateram  circumque  superque 

Lilia  conspiciam  florida  vere  suo, 
Aut   tandem    hoc,    Nymphae,    mihi    cedite    saepe 

precanti ; 

Pocula  tarn  clulci  tangite  clara  labro, 
Et,  simul  ac  vestris  aqua  sit  conjuncta  labellis, 
Flumine  mutato  rebor  adesse  merum.* 

*  Aquarians  will  please  not  translate  this  word  mere  rum. 

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ANNAE    CONCUBITUS. 

(Poetae  Scoti  carmen  celeberrimi  Latine  redditum.) 

FESTERNA  laticis  cyathus  mihi  nocte  Falerni 

Fallebat  spumans,  tutus  eratque  locus  ; 
Hesterna,  memini,  carissima  nocte  capillos 

In  nostro  flavos  straverat  Anna  sinu. 
Ah,  loti     ramo  desertis  exul  arenis 

Gaudeat  aspecto,  qua  domet  ille  famem ; 
Ast  Annae  haerebam  mellito  laetus  in  ore  ; 

Gaudia  quam  fuerint  ista  secunda  meis  ! 
Omnia  longinquo,  reges,  teneatis  ab  Indo 

Usque  ad  ubi  Hesperiis  extat  Atlantis  aquis. 
Fervidus  at  clominae  teneam  mollissima  membra, 

Languidaque  amplexu  cincta  sit  Anna  meo  ! 


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ANA  CREONTICS. 

Dellicias  magnorum  ergo  nil  inde  morabor, 

Posthabita  Eoi  regis  et  uxor  erit, 
Dummodo  languescens,  ulnis  circumdatus  Annae, 

Divinas  reddam  suscipiamque  vices. 
Jam  mal£  resplendens  subducas  lumen  Apollo, 

Et  tua  subducat  Candida,  Phoebe,  soror  ! 
Parvula  ne  radios  conspergat  stella  micantes  ! 

Ocius,  egrediens,  ocius,  Anna  veni ! 
Jamque  adeas,  nigris  O  Nox  quae  niteris  alis, 

Et  valeant  Phoebus,  sidera,  Luna,  precor! 
Tu  calamum  afflatu  divino  tange  poetae, 

Divina  ut  narret  gaudia  quanta  tulit ! 
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